We survived Winter Storm Fern! Hooray! Another storm is lurking out there now, soon to darken our doors, and ice the roads, but I am not going to worry about it. Mr. Sanders can keep up with the stats, and inform me accordingly. The end of January is approaching. It is still lamentably cold, and we need simple, hot food to get us through the dark winter months.

February, though it is the shortest month, and is packed with many festive events (Black History Month, Groundhog Day, Mardi Gras, the Super Bowl™, Valentine’s Day, Presidents Day, Chinese New Year, and finally, the Olympics), tends to drag its leaden, icy feet slowly from one long, cold day to the next. We need reasons to trudge along.
Luckily for us, we can tap in many sources for delicious, traditional potato dishes which ward away the gloom of the gelid polar evenings. A short tool around Instagram and TikTok yield delicious findings. Classic Jacket Potato with Baked Beans and Cheese

In the UK they turn potatoes into atmospherically named dishes: bangers and mash, shepherd’s pie, cottage pie, Cornish pasties, bubble and squeak, not to mention the exquisite chipped potato. The best British chips come from chippies – shops devoted to the fine art of deep frying chipped potatoes. I cannot understate the sheer glory of a perfectly crisp, furnace-hot chip, dusted with salt, put steaming in its paper nest, but I must not rhapsodize in the middle of a think piece about baked potatoes. Hot chips (and fries) are perfection. Add vinegar if you must. To each his own. Fries

Baked potatoes are the workhorse potato dish that crosses all the international borders. Use Idaho, Yukon Gold, Russet potatoes, Red Ruby or even sweet potatoes for your meal. Some people fill double-baked potatoes with sauerkraut: Baked Potato

The Potato Hut in Dubai will serve you baked potatoes stuffed with fajita, steak, tuna and mayo, BBQ, or veggie delight. They are also looking for fanchisees if you’d like a dream job. “No fry, No Oil, Ask for Baked.” Potato Hut

I don’t want to make any more runs to the grocery store on skittery, icy roads than I have to. Prudently, we have a pile of potatoes and a fridge full of topping ingredients, in case of snow, or ennui. Some evenings we can barely think about dinner prep. We want to have a glass of something warm and watch The Pitt. Here are some things to keep on hand, to minimize your travel time: bacon, chives, sour cream, crème fraiche, smoked salmon, ranch dressing, garlic, butter, fried onions, pulled pork, cole slaw, Burrata, prosciutto, crab salad, Cheddar cheese, and sprouts. Dare I suggest caviar? None for me, thanks, but you might be fancy.

Also veggies: tomatoes, peppers, onions, avocados, beans, and salsa! Leftovers! What a concept. Use up the leftover chili, taco meat, beef stew and chicken pot pie! Use it up! Make it do! (Thanks, BA for the fancy ideas: 12 Creative Ways to Top a Baked Potato)

A plain baked potato, topped with good butter and freshly ground black pepper can be a divine way to warm up, so don’t stress if you don’t have all the trendy ingredients. Keep it simple. Or you can just root around in the fridge for some ideas, while also checking your sell-by-dates. Mr. Sanders added some healthy green broccolini and a handful of chopped tomatoes, because he is such a show off. He also made a side salad of cool Romaine and arugula, which was our nod to healthy eating. Plus we had a bowlful of baby carrots in lieu of fatty crunchy cocktail snacks as an appetizer. We ate our veggies, honest. Because there were fresh, home-baked biscotti for dessert. Grown ups, yes, but maintaining our gold-standard priorities, thank you.

Some folks like to rub potato skins with butter or olive oil before roasting. It is important to prick your potatoes to let the steam escape while they are cooking. I use a long cooking fork, and really spear the potatoes. Then I cheat a little, by popping the potatoes into the microwave for about 3 minutes on high for each potato. I also cook them singly, because I find the microwave math daunting. Then I pop them right in the preheated oven, on the oven rack, at 450°F for half an hour. Maybe I don’t need that toaster oven after all. I use Russet potatoes, because that’s what we had growing up, and I am sure Martha says so, too.

J. Kenji López-Alt, who does extensive and exhaustive recipe testing, recommends baking potatoes, preferably Russets, at 375°F for about an hour (the more moderate oven temperature produces a creamy, fluffy interior). Early on I had an boss who scoffed at such niceties. She believed in cooking things FAST. 450°F was her preferred temperature for a lot of foods. Never argue with your art director. And last night she was right, again. Thanks, Pat!

This is genius from Instagram: Crispy Baked Potato Halves

The Ultimate Guide to Perfect Loaded Baked Potatoes

Keep dinner warm and nutritious, because that’s what baked potatoes are all about – a full belly, and keeping winter at bay. Stay warm out there!

“Wherever you come near the human race there’s layers and layers of nonsense. Look at that moon. Potato weather for sure.”
—Thornton Wilder

Jean Dixon Sanders has been a painter and graphic designer for the past thirty years. A graduate of Washington College, where she majored in fine art, Jean started her work in design with the Literary House lecture program. The illustrations she contributes to the Spies are done with watercolor, colored pencil and ink.

Marie Antoinette didn’t really say, “Let them eat cake,” however much we enjoy misquoting her. Last week an out-of-touch government official, Brooke Rollins, the US Secretary of Agriculture told us that we could all afford to eat well if we adhere to the new dietary guidelines and food pyramid, and not spend so much money. She suggested that a healthy, tasty and economical meal we, the people, could dine on was a veritable feast with her Spartan meal suggestion. She said, “It can cost around $3 a meal for a piece of chicken, a piece of broccoli, corn tortilla, and one other thing.” Yumsters. It sounds like a horrifying school lunch, served on a plastic tray, with warm whole milk. According to Forbes magazine, Rollins is worth about $15 million, so I doubt she serves this at home.

Food Friday loves to tilting at windmills as much as any other food writer, so we went out to do a little unscientific research this week. We checked the prices of broccoli (frozen and fresh) and chicken (thighs, boneless breasts, and a whole chicken) at three grocery stores in the area: Food Lion, Trader Joe’s and Wegman’s. A serving size of chicken is 4 ounces, and a serving size of broccoli is 8 ounces, cooked. Broccoli

Food Lion results: A brain-size head of broccoli was $2.19/pound. A smaller clump of broccolini was $2.59, each. Flavorful chicken thigh fillets were $3.79/pound, with a package weighing almost 2 pounds costing $7.35. Boneless chicken thighs were $4.49/pound, with a 3.15 pound package costing $14.14. A whole chicken, weighing 7.52 pounds, at $1.49/pound cost $11.20, $7.44 if you were a Food Lion MVP member. (Note to Brooke: always join the grocery store rewards program to get extra savings.) Frozen chopped broccoli cost 99¢ for a 1-pound package.

I wasn’t quite as thorough when trolling through the aisles at Trader Joe’s, I have to confess, because I got distracted by all the interesting people. I muscled into the produce section and saw that fresh broccoli florets were $2.99 for a 12 ounce bag. All natural, boneless and skinless chicken breasts were $4.99/pound. Chicken thighs

Wegman’s, with its vast array of beautifully arranged fresh produce and many sharp-elbowed-shoppers, had fresh broccoli florets which came in 12 ounce packages for $2.79 each, or $3.72/pound. Frozen florets were $1.75/pound, with a 64 ounce package costing $6.99. A smaller package of broccoli stems and florets were a better price: $1.29/pound, with a 16 ounce package costing $1.29. Wegman’s chicken thighs cost $4.79/pound, the package I grabbed weighed 1.78 pounds. Wegman’s also had a canvas banner dancing over the cash registers advertising their Hot Zone Meals Deal: Sheet Pan Chicken with broccoli and potatoes, “As low as $3 per serving”. It’s catching on, Brooke, with the ineffable “something” now being potatoes, and no tortilla in sight.

In the end, it will probably be best to shop at Food Lion, and forgo the distracting people watching at Trader Joe’s, and the aggressive elbows at Wegman’s. Stick with the frozen broccoli, which you can stash in the freezer when there is a good MVP sale. Sale chicken is always a great bargain, especially when you can expect to be housebound by winter storms.

It is possible, with some time and more determination, to plan an economical meal – and easily make it one that isn’t as grim and institutional as the simulation that Brooke Rollins rolled out. Remember, she tried out thousands of simulations, just for us. We too can prepare the meal for $3 a person, especially if we use frozen broccoli.

Orange Chicken with Broccoli The addition of orange in the winter is exotic and colorful, as well as tasty. ( I always think of Bridget Jones and her unfortunate dinner party with an omelette, blue soup and that orange zest that tasted like a vat of marmalade.) Let’s add some rice* and spices and fill up the plates, and our bellies, with colorful, tasty goodness. Maybe Brooke and her elegant, well-heeled pals would enjoy our inventive and healthy home cooking.

*Rice

Here are some other ideas:

Orange Chicken and Broccoli

Skillet Orange Chicken and Broccoli

Stir Fry Chicken and Broccoli

Things to keep in your freezer for those nights when planning hasn’t panned out, and you are in a time bind: individually wrapped chicken parts, leftover rice you carefully saved, a bag o’broccoli florets, and some frozen, unbaked chocolate chip cookies. You have the frugal meal that Brooke and the Agriculture Department believe you deserve, and a sweet because you’re a team player and deserve something special. Especially if there is a snow storm. This is Food Friday’s favorite chocolate chip cookie recipe: Thank you, Dorie! Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies

“Elegant Company Chicken-Broccoli Casserole. ‘Which is the inelegant part,’ Olivia had asked over the phone from college, because she was studying ambiguous reference in her Linguistic Description of Modern English class, ‘the company or the casserole?’”
― Susan Gilbert-Collins

But Anne Lamott is wise, as always:
“Listen to your broccoli and it will tell you how to eat it.”
― Anne Lamott

Jean Dixon Sanders has been a painter and graphic designer for the past thirty years. A graduate of Washington College, where she majored in fine art, Jean started her work in design with the Literary House lecture program. The illustrations she contributes to the Spies are done with watercolor, colored pencil and ink.

We have had a minor delay in exploring our new neighborhood this week. We have been ticking off the daily drudge chores that come with moving – getting garbage and recycling cans, updating our driver’s licenses, acquiring library cards, visiting the recycling center with numerous carloads of flattened cardboard boxes. Yesterday was a real timesucker as we sat for an hour and a half at the DMV. There was lots of good people-watching, though, so I do not begrudge the time spent in the sticky bucket seat in the dreary over-heated waiting room. (I had no idea that Hoka sneakers had become so popular! )

On Wednesdays, now that we have moved, we like to venture out from under the welter of cardboard moving boxes and plastic storage containers, the books and propped-up paintings, the piles of kitchen gear and table linens and family photos, to venture out of the house, to hunt and gather. There are novel grocery stores and exotic food markets for us to discover here. We almost never leave the house with a plan, or an actual shopping list. And it’s not as if we ever successfully organize a meal plan, but we talk about it a lot. We enjoy entertaining the possibility of a meal plan. Mr. Sanders likes to think about meals that we can cook once, and have as leftovers for another dinner, or lunch, or two or three. I admire his ambitions – as well as enjoying his lovingly prepared spaghetti and meatballs for days on end.

On Wednesdays we have discovered that the crowds are thin at Trader Joe’s. It’s possible for me to walk slowly through the store, clutching my weekly bouquet of hydrangeas, peering at the frozen foods and assessing the newest variety of Joe-Joes cookies. (I will have to look to see if there are colorful Hokas mixed in with the earnest Blundstone Chelsea boots and scuffed Doc Martens army boots on the stylish, though thrifty, shoppers.)

There is a thinner crush of driven shoppers at Costco on Wednesday mornings, too. When we sashay into the massive warehouse space to get our biweekly rotisserie chicken we aren’t run over by folks focused on wheeling around their stacks of flannel shirts, John Grisham’s latest, wheels of cheese and sides o’beef.

Then we zip off to a bright and shiny Wegman’s for my weekly ration of cheap white wine, cans of tomatoes, and a tour of the extensively curated and vast deli and bakery departments. There we find jeweI-case-worthy arrangements of mortadella slices, glistening Iberico ham legs, with bowls of glistening olives. I have never seen so many prepared pizzas magisterially arrayed as I did one year the weekend before the Super Bowl. So impressive!

And that is how Food Friday usually spends our Wednesdays – research in the field, getting ideas, sound bites, tiny samples and quick impressions of what other people are buying to make for their dinners. This week Mr. Sanders has been sick with a rather loud, stinking head cold. We have not been discussing the notions of timely, economical winter cooking. There have not been any thoughts of Boeuf Bourguignon; no Creamy Garlic Chicken, no Braised Short Ribs, nor any meatloaf, Shepherd’s Pie, Chili or Squash and Sausage Gnocchi. Nope. None of them. What we have had around the clock is chicken soup. Lots of chicken soup. Steamy, cold-busting chicken soup. No wonder I was thrilled to pieces yesterday to get out of the house and spend a quality afternoon sitting at the DMV.

Words to the wise: you are going to need chicken soup sooner or later this winter. There are colds and flus out there, waiting to pounce. Your soup will never taste as good as your mother’s, or your abuelita’s, or anything from some mythical Lower East Side Jewish deli, with containers of chicken schmaltz on all the tables. And that’s OK. You are making new memories, (and dinner) and it is your homemade creation. It will help ward off the flu, and you will feel talented and virtuous for boiling up a huge stockpot of your own soup! Think of how many times you can reheat it. Hmmm.

Homemade Chicken Stock
1 deboned chicken carcass, including skin OR 1 whole chicken (you could even cheat and buy a rotisserie chicken!)
6 quarts water
6 garlic cloves, smashed
2 carrots, roughly chopped
3 celery stalks, roughly chopped
1 small onion, chopped
1 tablespoon butter
4 black peppercorns
1 bay leaf
Salt (optional!)
1.Use a large stock pot, and add butter and chicken over medium heat. Brown them a little bit.
2.Add all the rest of the ingredients, and bring to a boil.
3.Boil for 3 minutes, then turn heat down to low.
4.Cover, and simmer for about 3-4 hours, stirring every once in a while.
5.Once it’s a golden color, strain and let cool. Put in the refrigerator overnight, then skim the fat off the top.

This is much better than Lipton’s Chicken Noodle dried-powder and freeze-dried chicken bits. And certainly better than Campbell’s. Have you ever seen those pinkish chicken nubbins in the bottom of a Campbell’s can? Ick!
Winter colds are inevitable, luckily you might only have to wait yours out for a couple of days on the sofa with a fat cat and a good book, sipping lemonade and eating Saltines, napping fitfully. There are many helpful and tasty recipes floating around the ether, ripe for the picking. And silver lining: you have a moment or two now to gather your thought for planning next week’s meals!

New York Times Chicken Noodle Soup (gift article)

“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”
― Edith Sitwell

Jean Dixon Sanders has been a painter and graphic designer for the past thirty years. A graduate of Washington College, where she majored in fine art, Jean started her work in design with the Literary House lecture program. The illustrations she contributes to the Spies are done with watercolor, colored pencil and ink.

“Happy New Year,” a cheerful stranger exhorted last weekend as she strode past me in a parking lot. I was a little startled – surely we were done with such niceties? It seemed as if it had been 2026 for weeks already – but the reality was it was only Sunday, January the 4th. Time flies while all our good intentions have yet to be resolved.

How are you doing with your new year’s resolutions? I haven’t exercised one jot, but I did walk for half an hour yesterday. I’ve been reading more, but somehow that first gold star of the new year isn’t comforting at 4:30 in the morning when I can’t get back to sleep, and I turn on the reading light for more time with Susan Orlean. I have remembered to tidy up the kitchen before I go to bed, but there are still endless nagging moving boxes piled artlessly in three other rooms, and they don’t seem to be unpacking themselves. My mother used to tell me that I would have to learn to take the bitter with the better. And so it goes.

It’s difficult to adjust to changes, let alone embrace them. We have finally moved into our new house, which is bright and shiny and clean, and it’s still not home. I walk up the stairs (I haven’t lived in a house with stairs since 1992!) and I can’t remember if I turn right or left at the top to go to our bedroom. There is a lot to do every day: unpacking, hanging blinds, figuring out how to use the washer, and how to engage with the just-delivered stove. Washington College gave me an excellent education, but it did not prepare me for the brand spanking new appliances of the twenty-first century. Nothing has buttons or knobs these days, but everything chimes or lights up when I do press the keypads correctly. There is hope for me.

Mr. Sanders is adapting nicely. Since he is practically perfect in every way. He knows just what to do now when we set off the smoke alarm cooking bacon. He’ll keep the broom nearby to reach the alarm button tonight when we crank the new oven up to 550º F for the first Friday Night is Pizza Night in this house. Just it case, it should still be warm enough outside (even though it is January!) to keep the front and back doors propped open – in addition to the stove vent and a kitchen window.* The crazy weather will enable us in our pursuit of the familiar, our comfortable homey ritual. Maybe all the garlic will make the new place smell like home, instead of new paint, and cardboard.

Last Sunday morning, a couple of hours before my new best friend greeted me warmly in the parking lot, we made a comforting, familiar Sunday breakfast. Sundays call for a shared, cooked meal instead of our usual cold breakfasts: bran cereal with half a banana for me, and some overnight oats with chia pets and yogurt for him. On Sundays we like something warm and sinful: pancakes, or biscuits and gravy; something that drips butter or swims in syrup – like croissants, frittatas, a Dutch baby, omelettes, French toast. Or a breakfast that has just too many calories to count, like pain au chocolate. Yumsters. Just writing about it makes me yearn for a fistful of crusty French bread, split and spread with a thick impasto of creamy, salty yellow French butter, paired with a heavy china mug full of tongue-scalding thick, hot chocolate. If these breakfasts don’t make me get out to exercise, nothing will.

Have a calorie-rich, warm breakfast feast on Sunday. Be kind to yourself this new year, and remember to greet a stranger in a parking lot. Monday and good habits are coming soon enough. Don’t burn the bacon. Or the pizza.

Weekend French Toast – for two

Ingredients
1 cup whole milk
1 pinch salt
3 brown eggs
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
1 generous dollop rum
1 tablespoon brown sugar
8 1/2-inch slices day old French bread

Whisk milk, salt, eggs, cinnamon, nutmeg, vanilla extract, rum and sugar until smooth. Heat a lightly oiled and buttered griddle or frying pan over medium heat. Soak bread slices in mixture until saturated. Cook bread on each side for a couple of minutes, until golden brown. Serve with maple syrup and powdered sugar.

No Fuss Bacon


Preheat the oven to 425° F. Line a rimmed baking sheet with aluminum foil. We like to use thick-cut bacon these days, otherwise we tend to incinerate the bacon, and that new smoke alarm is very, very loud. Plop the bacon sheet in the oven for about 10 minutes. Keep checking every 2 or 3 minutes after that, to ensure even cooking. There are no fat spatters on the stove top if you cook the bacon this way. The aluminum foil helps, but isn’t perfect so there is still a certain amount of denial about cleaning the cookie sheet, but you can sneak it back into the cooled oven for a little while, at any rate…

“Okay, this is the wisdom. First, time spent on reconnaissance is never wasted. Second, almost anything can be improved with the addition of bacon. And finally, there is no problem on Earth that can’t be ameliorated by a hot bath and a cup of tea.”
― Jasper Fforde

*Go check your smoke alarm batteries. It’s a good time of the year for maintenance.

Jean Dixon Sanders has been a painter and graphic designer for the past thirty years. A graduate of Washington College, where she majored in fine art, Jean started her work in design with the Literary House lecture program. The illustrations she contributes to the Spies are done with watercolor, colored pencil and ink.

Holiday greetings from the venerable Spy Test Kitchens! I am writing this week’s column just before gearing up for lots of holiday food prep, but you will be reading this post-Christmas. I hope you enjoyed yourself with lots of noise and wrapping paper, ubiquitous pine scent wafting through your house, and today you are still playing with new toys, or sleeping late. Then I hope you walk away from your screens, go read your new books, or sit quietly in a chair and stare out the window, watching the snow. Not every bit of the holidays has to be frantic – slow down. Watch an icicle dripping in the sunlight.

I have finished baking Christmas cookies for this year, but there is a little more baking in my immediate future: a breakfast sausage and egg casserole, a Boston cream pie, and some dinner rolls. And that does not include the important proposition of making (yet again) another batch of tempting pigs-in-blankets. I will leave the agonizing cooking decisions about the post-Christmas feast of leftovers to Mr. Sanders, who is pouring over the dozens of approaches that he can employ in re-heating. I’ll blanch the asparagus, and slice the potatoes for Potatoes Anna. Christmas dinner was an enormous calorie encounter. And as it is going to be gelid and bitterly cold for the next few days – we deserve the extra high test rocket fuel.

The perfect way to warm up during the chilly winter weather is with a steaming hot cup of hot chocolate. I was wandering through a high end boutique-y grocery store last weekend, eyeing the Christmas gift food displays, which are siren songs, luring you onto the rocks to grab your wallet and shake you down for every penny you have earned with your hard work and sweaty brow. I did not give in to the bright, shiny packaging of cellophane-wrapped Hot Cocoa Bombs, or Santa’s Sweet Shop Cocoa Wonderland Cocoa Bottle Assortments. Heavens to Betsy. 8.1 ounces of hot cocoa bombs will set you back $12.99! Trust me, it is better for your thrifty epicurean soul to make your own mixture of chocolate and cocoa powder. And since it is the holidays, maybe you’ll even make a smidge extra, and share it with your neighbor who doesn’t seem to mind that your messy pine tree has been shedding needles all over his otherwise tidy front walk for the last couple of months.

For Yourself – Simplest Hot Chocolate

1 ounce semisweet or dark chocolate – chopped
1 tablespoon unsweetened cocoa powder
1 cup milk
2 tablespoons granulated sugar
1 pinch salt

In a small saucepan, mix the chocolate, cocoa powder and half of the milk over low heat. Stir continuously until the chocolate is completely melted.
 Add the rest of the milk and the salt. Stir, until steam rises.
 Add sugar. Pour into a mug and top with mini marshmallows or whipped cream. Yumsters.

Feeling mad scientist experimental? Try adding a drop of peppermint extract or cayenne. Or even a dash of Bailey’s Irish cream. It is the Christmas season, after all.

Our friends at Food52 have a recipe for hot cocoa mix to share with your saintly neighbor: Hot Cocoa

Martha, who always manages to make the rest of us look drab and ordinary, has a recipe for white hot chocolate. Of course, she suggests putting it out for Santa. Well. I hope Santa still likes my gingersnaps.
Hot White Chocolate

Stay warm, drive carefully, and look out for your neighbors. It’s going to be slippery. Merry, merry!

“Some days you get up and you already know that things aren’t going to go well. They’re the type of days when you should just give in, put your pajamas back on, make some hot chocolate and read comic books in bed with the covers up until the world looks more encouraging. Of course, they never let you do that.”
― Bill Watterson

Jean Dixon Sanders has been a painter and graphic designer for the past thirty years. A graduate of Washington College, where she majored in fine art, Jean started her work in design with the Literary House lecture program. The illustrations she contributes to the Spies are done with watercolor, colored pencil and ink.

Sunday is the winter solstice – the shortest day, and the longest night of the year. I hope you are all bundled up and ready for the holidays. We took the last packages off to the post office on Wednesday, mailing our love tokens of books and socks, and Christmas cookies. We stood in the conga line of similarly festive folks, patiently waiting, and smiling, listening to the clock tick. It’s almost time to settle in for a long winter’s retreat in the living room. We have books, and movies, and popcorn, and some of the remaining homemade Christmas cookies. This year we will have an actual fireplace for a proper visit from Santa! There is a turkey thawing in the fridge, potatoes in the larder, and the ingredients for a family favorite flourless chocolate cake. Cue the snow.

I like to have a little pot of something boiling away on the stovetop during the Christmas holidays. It fills the house with cozy, childhood aromas. Wafting clouds of orange, cloves, and cinnamon linger in corners, reminding me of homey scenes from Little Women, or the Little House books. Remember the year that Laura and Mary found oranges in their stockings? The snow was deep out there in the vast, lonely Dakota Territory, but Santa still located the deserving Ingalls girls. What a wonderful Christmas that was.

Christmas movies and old television specials easily toy with our vulnerable, sentimental hearts. There are Christmas commercials that make me cry. All these holiday feelings are easily triggered by singing about the Who Hash and the rare Who roast beast. Listen to that squeaking as the Grinch easily separates little Whos from their candy canes. What an outrageous, Grinchy thing to do!

I love The Bishop’s Wife, with its chaste romance and its debonair angel-in-business-suit. No Christmas tree since has been covered by that much tinsel, and so quickly. Oh, for Dudley to keep my glass full with warming, inspiring – though never inebriating – sherry. I’d love to have luncheon with Dudley and Julia at Michel’s, without the paprika.

Clarence, the endearingly clumsy angel in It’s a Wonderful Life, is more my speed. I, too, would stumble into Nick’s rough Pottersville joint and attempt to order something inappropriately fey, like hot mulled wine. And could I have some tasty nibbles, too?

In honor of Clarence, and the whole Christmas season, the Spy Test Kitchen researched hot, mulled wine. And considering we are about to spend lots of time on the sofa, it’s nice to have choices. Let’s start simmering with the queen, Ina Garten: Hot Mulled Wine

Martha has a white wine version: and a red wine version – which she says is, “like Christmas in a glass.” I wonder what Snoop thinks? As much as I like a cheap white wine, I think mulled wine calls for a nice red. It’s winter, and Christmas, and it’s cold outside. Give me something that is full-bodied and heart-warming.
Like this: Erin Clark’s Mulled Wine

Even Reddit has an opinion about the best wines to use for mulled wine: Reddit Mulled Wine

And the young folk on TikTok have a genius approach – to use a slow cooker! Finally, we can pull ours out of the pantry and use it for something other than beef stew or chili! Tiktok slow cooker recipe

Our stockings are hung by the new chimney, in hopes that St. Nick finds them there. Oranges are welcome, but I would like some new colored pencils, too. Courtnei wants a hot glue gun, Santa. (I hope he delivers.) Ho, ho, ho.
Merry, merry, gentle readers. Enjoy the holidays.

“You must be the best judge of your own happiness.”
—Jane Austen

Jean Dixon Sanders has been a painter and graphic designer for the past thirty years. A graduate of Washington College, where she majored in fine art, Jean started her work in design with the Literary House lecture program. The illustrations she contributes to the Spies are done with watercolor, colored pencil and ink.

May the Hanukkah lights find you together with loved ones.

We had our first snowfall the other night. It made me wish to be a school child again – not for playing outside in it, but because school around here was canceled for two whole days. For a quarter inch of snow. Heavens to Betsy – there wasn’t even enough to scrape together a snowball, let alone a snowman. And then the sun came out. At least it stayed cold. We are inching toward winter. I’m planning a Hanukkah-adjacent supper for Sunday night. It will be a warm and cozy meal, with a crackling roasted chicken, and the comfort of candlelight. And we will count our blessings.

After the elaborate (and fraught ritual) of roasting a turkey for a multi-generational Thanksgiving, cooking a chicken seems delightfully simple. And yet, it took me years to end up here. It might be that my learning curve for the elemental is very steep – it took me about 20 years to master cooking rice, after all. No one is seeking Michelin stars for this roasted chicken, but it is a meal will nourish both body and soul. I am more in my element when it is a low stakes, low pressure meal – unlike all the meal coordination and varying cooking styles and the dietary restrictions that come with a large family get-together. It will be just the two of us.

Jessie Ware and her feisty mother, Lennie, host a delightful food podcast, Table Manners. Lennie is very proud of her Jewish roots and her traditional Sunday roast and veg. Most weeks they cook a meal for their celebrity guests, while consuming copious amounts of wine, and chattering and talking with their mouths full.
Table Manners

I love all the laughter that the Wares share in their cozy kitchen. We need more light-hearted moments these days. Maybe this Hanukkah there should be some amuse-bouche – how about some Torah hot dogs? You can never go wrong with these sausages. Just make sure you are using kosher hot dogs, please. The crowning touch is the star of David decoration – go rummage through your cookie cutters – you’ll be sure to unearth at least one.

Torah Hot Dogs
1. Hot Dogs
2. Puff Pastry
3. Egg

Wrap the dogs, place on parchment paper-lined cookie sheet, and brush with egg wash.
Bake at 400ºF for 15-20 min.

Here is the Instagram tutorial: Torah Hot Dogs

I found dozens of ideas for Hanukkah on Instagram this year, which is a good thing, because all my cookbooks are still packed in an impenetrable warren of boxes in the Wendell Extra Room Storage Unit. Instead of thumbing through my trusted and much-loved collection of books I got to spend some time, legitimately, for once, trolling through IG. It was easy to slide away from politics and window treatment videos to holiday cooking. Where else was I going to find instructions for constructing menorah-shaped challah bread?
Challah Menorah – Weinernorah

I always find it difficult to pull off latkes. I think it has been because I haven’t wrung enough moisture out of the potatoes, or even use the wrung-out potato starch. This was an eye-opening demonstration.
Latkes

What are ritual foods if they don’t make us time travel back to happy moments? Much has been written about the chic and delicate French madeleines, but what about the humble jelly doughnut? Every one of us who has ever eaten a jelly doughnut can remember oozed jelly on our shirtfronts – not exactly transformational epiphanies, but definitely universally undignified moments. Jelly doughnuts are the cosmic pratfall of sweets compared to the madeleine – not the stuff of French literature. The madeleine moment, as evoked by the taste of a delicate cake-like cookie, is fleeting. Jelly doughnuts bring to mind an entire holiday. It is a raucous family celebration. Jelly doughnuts cover us with powdered sugar joy.

Popular traditional foods for Hanukkah are brisket, latkes, kugel and jelly doughnuts, or sufganiyot. The doughnuts help us to remember the miracle of the oil that burned miraculously for eight nights – tributes to that single cruse of oil that lasted eight days.

Thank you, Instagram for these:
Easier Doughnuts

Happy Hanukkah!

“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
—Leonard Cohen

Jean Dixon Sanders has been a painter and graphic designer for the past thirty years. A graduate of Washington College, where she majored in fine art, Jean started her work in design with the Literary House lecture program. The illustrations she contributes to the Spies are done with watercolor, colored pencil and ink.